This twisted mockery of a...
This twisted mockery of a relationship, when in fact it is only addictive to the senses. His words are cunning and always make sense, in the moment. If I could remove myself from the situation I would see the lies perfectly, the exact point in time when the truth was twisted into the sickness of deceit. But we are all to caught up in the moment to realize this, to where it feels the world stops in order to listen to you, waiting to see the outcome.
He puts me down to stand on my back and lifts himself up. My own face constantly covered in dirt, never given an opportunity to wash it. If only I could find the strength to lift him off me and say that I’ve had enough, but my own weakness prevents this uprising.
We are all forever stuck under the thumb of someone, so why try to fight the inevitable? Simple at least I can say that I tried, and for me that is enough, for now. So I’ll hide my tears, I wouldn’t want him to see them.